The Amber Sword

The ruins immersed in darkness exhibit a special green gray color under the light emitted by the gemstone, a colour characteristic of basalt. Of the many Warndes, only the Minors preferred to build majestic buildings with this special fire-built rock, with the ruins standing still in the woodlands, the Guardian knights passing through the wooded basalt columns and dragging the giant pine bear corpse with ribs through the rope to the center of the camp in the middle of the ruins.

A pile of bodies piled up like hills.

The squad met these uninvited guests half an hour ago, and the pine bears belong to the category of terror beasts, which the Cruz call violent animals. They belong to creatures between monsters and animals, not like monsters, but only crystallized after death, making them the best food reserves in Brando's line.

Lucky for you, you can barely see any living animals after entering the Everlasting Forest, except for the occasional lost little ones. The Arather Forest is not inhabited by a vast array of carnivorous beasts, which should have come from northern Lantoniland, misplaced in the forest, eroded by dark magic, and attacked Brando's pedestrians.

Brando knows that pine bears are actually gentle carnivores, usually hunting large herbivores. For example, a herd of deer on the northern shore of Crystal Lake, or a hippocampal herbivore known as Nuovus. But very little has been done to humans.

The peeled pine bear fur was rolled up and thrown aside, and Paia took the job on her own initiative, which was a light and ripe job for hunter girls. Peia opens an opening from the spine with a scalpel and then flips it over. The hunter's scalpel is passed down from generation to generation, with a slightly curved, thinly sharp elongated knife, like a silver ruler; she opens the incision to the tail spine and then expands it to the sides, but in a few minutes she peels off a full bear skin.

Brando looked back for a while, and he held a clear crystal like a bright yellow amber in his hand, which was the magic crystal left by the Dusk Dog. It's bigger than a black wolf and has more magic in it, but Brando's face is not at all satisfied, and he stares at several sharp white rocks not far in front of him staggering together in a wretched lair.

This should be the Dusk Dog's lair, but now there is nothing but rubble after it has been destroyed.

Someone got on first. I don't know if it was Alex or the Cruz. Far away, Nimais walked in with Freya, stepping shallow and deep on the scattered stone, and the knight approached him and shook his head: “No valuable clues were found, they did not camp here, destroyed the nest and then left north. There are signs of fighting in the vicinity, but on a small scale… Perhaps there is also the possibility that the Dusk Dog was eliminated by the other side before it could react in time. ”

“The Dusk Dog is very vigilant--”

“… but does it look like they came from another direction? ”

“It's very likely that there were any traces before, and I can't possibly not fail to notice that these people and we shouldn't be going the same way.” Nimaisie thought about it and said.

“I trust your judgment. But do you think it's Alex or the Cruz? ”

Brando's ‘I Believe Your Judgment' raised Niemasis's head slightly, looking at him unexpectedly: "It's most likely Anrek, and the Cruz entering the forest from the side of Wallendenburg should not deviate in this direction. But not excluding other possibilities, Count. Are there adventurers in this forest? ”

“Occasionally there are some. ”

Nimaisie looked up at the direction of the forest, if you think about it. And Freya whispered, "Brando, do you want to move on? ”

“No, Alex is only a week ahead of us in the Anlaser Forest. He wouldn't be more familiar with the forest than we are, and if they hadn't taken a route with us, we'd have had almost a day to recover.” Brando doesn't really want to meet up with Alec too early, because Alec probably doesn't know they're in the back yet, so it's okay to let the other guy touch his head and bleed out.

Besides, Nimatis had previously reminded him that if there were not too many signs of large-scale fighting in the forest, he suspected that the leader of the dusk dog might still be swamping through the forest.

“Camp,” he said. "The vastness of the black forest is hard for ordinary people to understand. Give everyone a good rest, I'm afraid this isn't a day or two. ”

Freya glanced at him and nodded obediently.

Dinner is a sumptuous Pine Bear feast, featuring chefs Charles and Paia. According to Charles himself, he was a gourmet before his life, travelling to many areas only to learn and document the local dietary culture; and Paia had the qualities of every poor child, diligent, resilient, resourceful and handy in handling his prey.

Bear broth, barbecued bear meat and warm bonfires bring a little warmth to this quiet, icy evening, and Brando sets a line between the sound and smell of Hippamilla in case it attracts more monsters in the forest.

Charles calls it ‘Dinner in the Forest', and it is said that the fairy king of the Irlandachinoz Peninsula, Mgryn, often entertains guests in the forest. It is the night fairies who light magic lamps of all kinds in the forest, as if it were an open-air palace, for which the feast in the forest is named. The metaphor of the young wizard attendant was endorsed by everyone, who praised the ‘richness' of the food, even though he could not drink it with his arms open.

Dinner in the woods came to an end after about eight or nine o'clock, and the ruins quickly disappeared. The Knights from the Royal Knights are the most distinguished soldiers of Eruin and naturally cannot be as disciplined as the usual aristocratic militia. All that remains of the camp are the flames and the beating shadows of the Red Tongue and the knights of the night.

Brando especially likes bonfires in the dark.

The bright light seemed to disperse the darkness and cold in people's hearts, and every time he sat by the campfire and looked at the flames beating to outline the outlines of the ground, he couldn't help but think of his past days in the game. Compared to the boredom of the average adventurer, the players are always free of taboos. Sometimes the schoolsister proposes to hold small events. These inserts are always accompanied by laughter. Every time Brando remembers a few interesting experiences, he can't help but show a smile on his face.

Metissa's hand rests on the door of a red sealed book, looking quietly at her lord, and sometimes she can see Brando's face revealing memories. But she never asked much, only to think that it must be quite warm memories.

Metissa also has some warm memories, and since her soul returned to the world, she has often remembered everything from the past. But memory is a painful process for the dead, and she remembers her sister, mother, father, and soul as if they had been stripped. Dark magic always tempts her to think about the problem she's been reluctant to face.

It's like a voice in the dark in her ear: Why did you sacrifice it? You should have had better memories. Do you remember what happened after the Saints' War? No, you can't remember, because you never had any memories after that.

How can you understand the happiness of mortals when you were born into war and you died in war and you have never lived in peace in your life?

But the little princess of the Pokémon simply buried these negative emotions in her heart and raised her head to face her future with a smile. She looked at Brando, her eyes sparkling, aspiring and admiring. As if she could find her own mediocrity from this Lord.

Brando seemed to have finally noticed the look of the elf princess, who was slightly flashed. Then I saw the book that Metisa had in her hand, which was a folklore, a geography around Cruz and Jing Wan. Since her reintegration into human society, Metissa has shown interest in today's human society, but Brando knows that she is actually learning how to integrate with others.

She always gives priority to other people's perspectives.

“Is there anything you don't understand?” Brando asked softly, even now, a thousand years ago, the Silver Elf thought very differently from humans. Sometimes Metissa is unable to understand some human vocabulary and has to ask for it.

“Mm--”

Metissa suddenly found her lord a little cute, and she whispered softly with her nose. “I don't quite understand why people in Jing Wan would send lilies to their loved ones on the day of the festival. Is that symbolic? ”

Brando stunned for a moment and didn't think about it - Metissa was a princess and an important leader of the Silver Pokémon, but she still had a girl side - and he thought about it and replied, "Because in the legend of the mountain people, summer is a fierce rush, just like love blooms. Ever since the dark ages, people have thought that the Festival of Summer is a festival of the Wind, and seafarers think that the Wind represents the transmission of thoughts, and I think there may be some connection with it. ”

“Pokémon are different.” Metisa whispered, "The elves thought it was a waiting for each other, long and impenetrable. It's like a long song in the dark forest, haunting the human heart. ”

“That is because human life is so brief that it is impossible to understand the meaning of the term time. For mortals, a flash of heat in a short period of time, even a flash in the blink of an eye, is respectable enough. Pokémon understand the meaning of waiting because of their long life, but mortals travel around the cycle of history clumsily. Time goes hand in hand in two ways. Summer worms look unspeakable, but how can they understand the beauty of time? ”

“Really?”

Metissa closed the book and she missed her head: "Lord, may I count on you? ”

Brando hesitated for a moment and he saw that Metisa was a little quiet and nodded eventually. Silver elf princess sounds like a feather, so soft it can't be refused. Besides, she never asked much, leaving people with the impression that it was the best.

Then he felt a gentle body against him. Medissa smiled as if she remembered when she was next to her mother.

“At that time, my mother would tell me the stories of the heroes, and my greatest wish was to be like them. ”

“Hmm?”

“But I just want to be a normal person now. Thank you, Lord. ”

Metisa said with a slight and deafening voice.

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(PS: Today ~ is 2 days away, you are patient.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)